I look in the mirror to see a girl who kind of looks like me.
She stands at 5'3, with kind and caring eyes, and she has a heart, that no one holds the key.

She looks at me and smiles, she laughs, and cries, we look the same, and act the same. When I look in the mirror, and see this girl, I only wonder " This girl in the mirror, the one I see, is she really me?"

I only look at her from time to time, but when I do, it feels like never ending time, we look at each other, in moments of despair, no matter when, or where.

" This girl in the mirror that I see, is she really me ?"

Yes, I know her, that is true, but only when her dreams come true, her dreams of music or her dreams of light, all her secrets, spill from the night.

That girl in the mirror, the one who I see, the one in the corner, who you realey see, she is me.